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“When I called you a pussy, Jiang-xiong, this wasn’t what I meant.” Nie Huaisang’s fingers were delicately dancing over Jiang Cheng’s exposed cunt, teasing his sensitive flesh.
“It was why I laughed, though.” Wei Wuxian had his hands in Jiang Cheng’s hair, his long fingers messing up the tight ponytail Jiang Cheng had pulled his hair into before the ‘party’ had started. Jiang Cheng choked angrily around the cock that was plunged down his throat. He couldn’t talk back while his mouth was being filled and he didn’t want to bite Wei Wuxian’s dick. Even if he didn’t particularly like the taste of pre-come being smeared on his tongue while Wei Wuxian dragged Jiang Cheng’s head back and forth, fucking his mouth with abandon, he wasn’t going to bite.
He wasn’t an animal.
Lan Wangji bit down on Jiang Cheng’s nipple, painfully pulling at the sensitive nub before he sucked it, which was worse.
“You should have told me,” Nie Huaisang dragged one finger between Jiang Cheng’s cuntlips, barely brushing over Jiang Cheng’s swollen clit and swiping between his dripping folds to gather slick on the tip of his fingers. “We could have done this sooner.”
Nearby, near enough to touch but not touching, Wen Ning was watching Jiang Cheng with a heady, heavy, hot gaze. He was holding his cellphone, trying to hold it steady with two hands braced against the arms of the chair he was in, not touching himself despite the fact it was obvious he was hard.
“The slut hadn’t said yes yet.” Wei Wuxian pulled Jiang Cheng hard and fast, shoving himself down Jiang Cheng’s throat, “Oh that’s good.”
Pressed against his older ‘brother’s’ stomach, his nose buried in the other’s pubic hair, Jiang Cheng moaned and choked and gagged around the thick, long length of his cock.
“Slut, huh?”
Those fingers, an artist’s fingers, drew away from Jiang Cheng’s needy cunt, not even teasing anymore.
Then they came back, slapping down against Jiang Cheng’s wet folds.
Slick squished.
Jiang Cheng squealed.
“Oh fuck.”
Wei Wuxian couldn’t get any closer, any deeper, but he could pull on Jiang Cheng’s hair, pull so hard it was painful as he came down Jiang Cheng’s throat into his stomach. “Fuck, Huaisang, do that-”
Nie Huaisang didn’t need the encouragement. He slapped Jiang Cheng’s pussy again, and again. Not just his fingers, not a gentle slap, but smacking it harshly with the flat of his palm. Jiang Cheng felt tears gather in his eyes, unable to stop himself from reacting to the assault.
He gasped.
When Wei Wuxian finally pulled out of his mouth he let out a sharp, sudden, childish cry of pain.
It earned him another harsh spank.
“Sluts shouldn’t cry.” Lan Wangji’s deep voice was smothered slightly, the other’s solemn face was pressed between Jiang Cheng’s pecs as he bit and kissed from one nipple to the next. “Be good and say thank you.”
Lan Wangji grasped one nipple and pulled, then he reached between Jiang Cheng’s legs and pushed harshly against his clit, grinding on it while Nie Huaisang continued to slap his pussy.
“Oh- oh,” the tears were impossible to stop now. Jiang Cheng lifted his head to look at Wei Wuxian but his lover, his ‘brother’, his- he was leaning against Wen Ning’s chair, against Wen Ning’s legs, and looking at Jiang Cheng through the phone’s camera. He was watching this be recorded.
Jiang Cheng wailed.
“I never know when a pussy orgasms,” Nie Huaisang stopped slapping, instead he pinched the bruised, tender, puffy lips of Jiang Cheng’s sex, “it’s already so slippery, it’s not like a cock, you know when a cock’s done.”
Three fingers harshly slipped inside of him, not Nie Huaisang’s, Lan Wangji’s. They were big, thick, long, and they forced Jiang Cheng to open around them.
“I bet he did.” Lan Wangji said.
“You’re gonna need more than three fingers to stretch for Lan-er-gege, Jiang-meimei.” Nie Huaisang whisperered against Jiang Cheng’s ear before he nipped gently at the lobe, “I’ll help two.”
Then, there were more fingers. Three from Lan Wangji, two from Nie Huaisang, and that was too many. Jiang Cheng shook his head and tried to plead with Wei Wuxian but no words would come out. His throat was too bruised and he was choking on his tears.
“A-Ning too, he’s about as big as Lan Zhan.” Said Wei Wuxian as he reached between his friend’s legs to give the other man a grope. “What about you Huaisang?”
“I’m not nearly as big,” Nie Huaisang kissed down the line of Jiang Cheng’s throat, so gentle with his mouth even as he cruelly spread Jiang Cheng’s pussy open, “so I’ll take his ass.”
Lan Wangji’s fingers twitched and flexed at that, spreading open and making Jiang Cheng shriek.
It was too much.
Lan Wangji barely waited until Nie Huaisang had pulled out to thrust his cock inside and it was…
It was big.
So big.
Bigger than Jiang Cheng had expected.
He should have looked but Wei Wuxian had told him not to. He’d said ‘it’ll be a surprise, you like surprises ChengCheng.’ and that should have been a warning. Wei Wuxian’s surprises were always the worst. They always thrust Jiang Cheng right to the edge of pleasure and pain, always tested him to his very limit.
He let out another shriek, swiftly followed by a gasp, and then a moan, as Lan Wangji didn’t waste any time and began to brutally fuck him. Swift, deep strokes, his broad hands gripping Jiang Cheng’s hips, one of them slippery with the juice from Jiang Cheng’s cunt.
“Wow, look at them go.” Wen Ning’s soft comment would have made Jiang Cheng blush, if he’d had anymore room in his cheeks for blood. He was red-faced already, his nipples and cunt full of blood too, teased and turned on, he was gasping for air as he was used like an onahole.
“He’s gonna fill you right up, A-Cheng.” Wei Wuxian snickered. “I bet Lan Zhan comes like a firehose, he’s certainly got one attached.”
Nie Huaisang laughed too. It was hard for him to put his hand on Jiang Cheng’s stomach with Lan Wangji moving Jiang Cheng so fast but he did, he wrapped a hand around Jiang Cheng’s waist and pressed a hand down on the formerly flat, firm stomach.
It was rounded now, distorted by the cock inside of him when Lan Wangji thrust.
“You’re gonna look pregnant~.” Nie Huaisang said in a sing-song tone of voice. “Oh boy, do you think you’ll get pregnant?” Underneath him, Lan Wangji’s hips stuttered slightly, the fast pace thrown off, “I bet you will. All of us fucking your needy, hungry cunt tonight? I’ll take a turn at it before I fuck your ass, then none of us will know who knocked you up.”
“Slut.” Wen Ning said again, so quiet, and yet Jiang Cheng could hear it all the same.
“Everyone’ll know you’re a slut,” Lan Wangji’s deep voice was worse, it was so close, and so calm, “a cock-hungry slut who took so much come he doesn’t know who the father is.”
“But that’s okay, ChengCheng,” Wei Wuxian’s smile was full of teeth, “We’ll take responsibility.”
“My apartment’s pretty big,” Nie Huaisang whispered, “I could get a bigger one, with enough bedrooms for all of us, except not for you because all you’ll be doing is warming our beds.”
Jiang Cheng whimpered and clenched around Lan Wangji as he came again, feeling every inch of the dick inside of him as he came again, squirting around the cock that was fucking him. Lan Wangji grunted, moving faster now, fucking Jiang Cheng past the point of pleasure into oversensitive pain.
Jiang Cheng closed his eyes, feeling his thoughts swimming, his head too heavy to keep up after two orgasms dragged out of him by the rough fucking he was getting.
When he opened them again, he was on his back. Nie Huaisang rabbiting away between his legs, his cock smaller than Lan Wangji’s, perhaps why he was cruelly pinching and pulling on Jiang Cheng’s click to get him to twitch and cry out.
“I think you came in your sleep.” Wen Ning was crouched to the side, his hand moving over his cock, stroking himself right above Jiang Cheng’s mouth. “You liked it when Lan Wangji came inside of you, so we’re all going to do that. I’m going to come inside of you too.” Wen Ning scooted forward just a step and the tip of his cock pressed against Jiang Cheng’s panting, open mouth. “Do you want it?”
Jiang Cheng could say no, he could shake his head or turn away, he could refuse.
He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, licking Wen Ning’s tip.
Wen Ning’s cock was a lot bigger than Wei Wuxian’s. When he pressed it between Jiang Cheng’s lips, deep into his mouth, it stretched Jiang Cheng’s jaw open painfully wide.
“Fuck.” Nie Huaisang pressed hard on Jiang Cheng’s thighs, hard enough to spread him wider, to make his hips ache, and then he came, his come another burst of wet heat inside Jiang Cheng, filling him up.
“I think it’s already working, A-Cheng,” Wei Wuxian’s broad hand spread over Jiang Cheng’s stomach, “you certainly look pregnant.”
And then he thrust inside, going for another round, filling another one of Jiang Cheng’s holes.
Wen Ning was quiet, unlike Nie Huaisang who had whimpered and gasped and groaned while fucking Jiang Cheng. Unlike Wei Wuxian who cursed and spilled compliments and insults with every breath. Instead Wen Ning kept to quick little hitching breaths, the only warning he was about to come when he pulled his cock out of Jiang Cheng’s mouth.
Jiang Cheng barely got his eyes closed before Wen Ning came all over his face, covering him with a thick coating of cum.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” Wei Wuxian laughed breathlessly, “A-Cheng loves when people come on him, right ChengCheng?”
It was hard to disagree when he had squeezed his cunt around Wei Wuxian’s cock at the experience. It was hard to disagree when the next thing that happened was Lan Wangji turning his face to the side and his tongue plunging into Jiang Cheng’s mouth.
“Fuck, that’s so hot…”
“We’ll be sure to come all over your face as much as you want, Jiang-xiong,” Nie Huaisang had finally gotten his breath back, “Just as soon as we all dump a load in your cunt, we’ll take another turn at your mouth. Do you want to walk around with our cum on your face? Or no, your chest, right? Decorating you with a little pearl necklace, letting you show off who you belong to?”
Wei Wuxian wailed when he came this time, flooding Jiang Cheng’s pussy, pumping his hips through the aftershocks as Jiang Cheng shuddered and whimpered against Lan Wangji’s hungry mouth. Lan Wangji didn’t stop kissing him, didn’t stop, kept thrusting his tongue and nipping at his lips and it was so much sensation.
“Looks like Lan Zhan’s hard again.” Wei Wuxian never could stop talking for more than a second, even after he’d orgasmed, “Fuck, Lan Zhan, hold on.”
And then cold fingers, wet with lube from a bottle Wei Wuxian had tossed aside earlier, rubbed over her asshole.
“I wanted to take his ass first!” Nie Huaisang whined as Wei Wuxian wiggled a finger inside and Jiang Cheng groaned.
“Well you’re too late for that, A-Cheng hasn’t been an anal virgin in, uh, months I guess.” One finger, slowly moving in and out, gradually warming Jiang Cheng up but it wasn’t going to be enough for long. If Lan Wangji was going to fuck his ass Jiang Cheng was going to need more fingers.
“More.” He muttered, tried to get out between kisses but couldn’t, not with how ravenous Lan Wangji was.
“You really are a slut, Jiang-xiong.” Nie Huaisang laughed.
He wiped the cum off his eyes so he could open them and glare.
Nie Huaisang grinned at him before he joined Wei Wuxian between his spread thighs. “He’ll need more than that to prep for Lan Wangji, let me help.”
Instead of more fingers, which Jiang Cheng half-expected, or a tongue, which Jiang Cheng hoped for, instead Nie Huaisang slicked his own cock with lube and thrust in.
“Ah! Wait!”
He wasn’t nearly ready for it.
Tears stung his eyes again and Lan Wangji took a break from kissing him to lick them away. Took a break from further bruising Jiang Cheng’s mouth and plundering his throat to lick the rest of Wen Ning’s cum off Jiang Cheng’s cheeks.
“Ah- it’s too- too-”
Wei Wuxian kissed his rounded stomach. “Be good ChengCheng.”
Then he slapped her ass.
He arched his hips, trying to get away, but that just gave Nie Huaisang leverage to pull him closer and push in deeper. It gave Wei Wuxian a chance to spank him again, and again, and Jiang Cheng was crying fully now, not even Lan Wangji kissing his tears away could stop them completely.
“Please.” He whimpered.
Wei Wuxian thrust two fingers into his cunt and curled them, pressing up against that space inside his pussy that they both knew drove him wild.
He thrashed when he screamed.
Nie Huaisang shouted. “Oh god, he’s squeezing!”
A moment later Nie Huaisang had come again, filling Jiang Cheng up with come again.
Dark spots filled Jiang Cheng’s vision and he lay limp, tired, worn out as he was rearranged again. This time, Lan Wangji behind and Wen Ning in front, his legs tossed over Wen Ning’s hip as Wen Ning thrust his dick into Jiang Cheng’s overfull, sensitive cunt.
He gasped as he was filled up.
“Fuck.” Nie Huaisang moaned. He was kneeling, watching as Jiang Cheng was stretched, the phone that Wen Ning had been using to record now in his hands. “Oh that’s pornographic gold.”
Jiang Cheng moaned and tossed his head, his hair had come loose from his ponytail and it was stuck to his shoulders by sweat and semen.
“That’s good, A-Cheng.” Wei Wuxian stroked Jiang Cheng’s sweaty brow as Wen Ning and Lan Wangji started to move. “You’re being such a good cumslut, being so good, and we’re making you feel good, right?”
Wei Wuxian’s eyes sparkled, his mouth curled in a knowing smile.
Jiang Cheng couldn’t deny that Wei Wuxian was right.
“M-more...”